just start over not so much like anything was particularly

unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,

was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that

if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost

every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which

root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live

yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what

we are nearly always a world which almost

so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes

liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem

we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people

Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.

first fruits hardly a handful, the garden

I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…